Harmony

"This way, this way!"

Under the blue sky, two figures chased each other closely. Luke half-squinted his eyes, focusing on the petite figure in front of him. To his delight, there was no dizziness at all, confirming that the horse charm had successfully cured his problem.

The wind tousled Hermione's brown hair and pulled back into a ponytail as Luke followed closely behind her. It was a perfect day, and since it was another weekend off, they decided to practice the flying spell.

After days of hard work, Hermione's broom riding skill had become quite proficient.

As the broom landed, Hermione hopped off with joy, looking at Luke, who touched down behind her.

"How was it?" she asked.

Instead, he shrugged and agreed with a smile, "Your skills have improved."

"Luke—"

A voice in the sky called his name. Both Luke and Hermione looked up to see Fred and George flying over in their Quidditch uniforms, disrupting their two-person world.

"Why are they here?" Hermione mumbled, feeling a bit disappointed that their private time was interrupted.

Luke glanced at Hermione, sensing her regret, and reached out to clasp her hand. "What's going on with them?" he comforted. "It's probably about the store's card issue. After checking, let's go to the Black Lake and take a boat."

"By... by boat?" Hermione blinked in surprise, but before she could ask, the Weasley brothers arrived.

"What's up with you two?" Luke said, raising two interlocking hands to signify the question.

"It's a card!" Fred explained, shaking his head.

Fred and George wondered if they would always look so sweet whenever they saw them. And what did it mean when these two people looked disgusted?

George handed Luke a card with a green-skinned orc.

"We even skipped Wood's training just to tell you about it!" Fred added, tapping the card with his wand. A green orc with a wooden stick appeared in the air, roaring.

"We found the troll's dubbing, and it seems to work pretty well."

Luke gazed curiously at the card, marveling at the perfect combination of drawing and dubbing. If this set were produced, it could be a hit. The first set naturally belonged to Dumbledore.

"We've only researched this one in the past two days, and it's still far from complete," Fred explained, shaking his head. "Finding materials for painting and dubbing takes time, but once you have it the first time, the second time will be much more convenient."

"It will take about half a year to complete that set," George added.

Half a year? Luke hadn't expected the workload to be so substantial, considering he hadn't participated in the production.

"Come on, you two!" After a moment of thought, Luke suggested, "In terms of price, try to lower it as much as possible. After all, there aren't many wealthy little wizards at Hogwarts. It would be nice if one gold Galleon could cover a month's pocket money. As for Harry, it's purely a family legacy; no one else can compare."

After bidding farewell to the twins, Luke pulled Hermione to the edge of the Black Lake and found an idle wooden boat.

"Didn't you always want to take a boat? Let's give it a try!"

Luke suggested, stepping into the boat under Hermione's suspicious eyes. The boat swayed on the water, creating a circle of ripples.

"Don't you have motion sickness?" Hermione asked with wide eyes.

Even though he had initially suffered from seasickness and trainsickness, it was all natural and not an act.

"Not anymore." Luke warmly answered.

Hermione joined him in the boat, and the two sat facing each other. The two of them sat in tranquil repose on the boat, gently drifting on the water, their gazes fixed upon the expanse of the blue sky.

Upon returning to the Slytherin's Lukenge, Luke encountered Malfoy, who seemed on the verge of heading out.

"Are you off for a date?" Luke inquired curiously.

"She asked me to meet on the third floor tonight," Malfoy responded, suppressing the joy welling up within him. "I sense her interest in me; it was just too crowded last time."

Observing Malfoy brimming with determination, Luke found himself momentarily speechless.

"Good luck tonight!" he finally uttered, extending his well-wishes to his friend.

Shaking his head in amusement, Luke disregarded Malfoy and returned to the dormitory for a peaceful night's sleep.